You walk by, catching a glimpse of " the woman in white" ,she says nothing, just points to the horse and carriage..her cry solemn,and she guides you ,the next time..you look down.The horses beautiful large white,winged, and yet you know nothing..

While approaching the forest,on such a beautiful day..the waterfall is beautiful within itself.. Ireland Woods are gorgeous. You mention on notes you are taking down,you drop your pen as you see Celia, standing before the waterfall,her wings, beautiful, elegant,a beautiful posed, woman..brown hair her hands raised as to protect all creatures..you have only heard tales..now you are seeing her..you can't help but want to get to get closer..you quietly take a step forward..her eyes of blue flash to green..

As the thunder crashes,and the rain falls down.You see a woman step out of the darkness, confident and strong,her red hair drenched,her sword,white knuckle clutch..beside her a black Irish wolf dog, and ravens sit atop her shoulders..she looks at you , and says her beauty,and accent easily noticed,you are in danger here..As she swings her sword swift and easily takes down a demon.. with ease.

Rosemary walks into the school, with a fresh batch of baked of banana bread, and some fruit she has grown, prepared to have her first class of tutoring with a person for cooking and knowing there will be an hour or more of conversation..all of which she has learned to take careful attention to everything she does, and listen,for everyone needs respect and she has way of understanding.

Upon walking into a quaint shop ,you see Keya Rosa.Among unique candles and colorful painted skulls.. as beautiful calm incense burns, and her eyes turn to you. She sits down as if inviting you to to take a seat..you pull out a chair and look around.

On a dark night, where moon and stars seem to light the sky,you hear distant drums,a woman sits,her hair violet,her eyes focused to the sky, and the beat that she drum speak,you can see celestial symbols across her shirt and tattoos on her in elegant detail,she is one of beauty,yet it's curious why is she the beating the drum..who is she? you step closer? the drum beats gets softer but seem to echo as she speaks in a language without speaking.. your mesmerized..

Upon A tour one night in the Englands Victorian Cemetery,you see a woman walking,her silver eyes look through you,she obviously isn't with the group. You ask if there are spirits arounds on the cemetery,the person of course says no..but you know exactly what you see..as you watch the woman in the black dress,walk from grave to grave, with authority.. and grace her eyes looking at you..you can't help but approach her..

As you find the painting and hang ,you hear a gentle voice.. nothing to worry about,you think..the painting moves to the other side by you ..hung beautiful and a flower appears by your bed.. careful place.. nothing different you think. Until you look closer..humm you think a different flower is growing..and the door is ajar to the house in the painting..you shake your head thinking nothing of it..after all this painting has been in the family for years..

Something down the road gets your attention..a flicker of light..no..a woman.. candles? you ask yourself what is going on? Curious..is she okay..as you see lights around her.. almost on guard. Orbs dancing in brilliant colors..as she speaks in a tongue you don't understand..then she meets your gaze. What are you doing here! Can't you read,as she points to the sign that says " no trespassing"..You suddenly feel like your being watched..

As you sit in the waiting room..you noticed drums hanging on the wall.. and paintings ,lots of relaxing tapes for you to listen to..yet other things..draw,write,music..not a doctor before have you seen this..the receptionist just smiles and says" feel free to go ahead and try anything you wish.." the drums most people like"

Upon a dusky road,you have only heard rumors of the Wanderer..his wife taken in the middle of the night.Its been in the papers.Now here he is in your bar. Face to face.. Asking questions..He isn't giving up .He's not dangerous just very aware of his wife being close by,yet not in HIS arms,his love undying. He goes over to the jukebox and pushes A7 a song both of them would sing and perform together..he holds the necklace he wears close as if he is talking with her .You overhear.." My Angel Eyez ,no matter where you are I will find you my love,I love you.." You back at the paper and back at the Wanderer..

Jasmine Angel Eyez and Jason Alexander step on stage , captivating crowds everywhere they go.. with hand written songs from rock to balleds and dances that captive the eyes. It's easy to see the love they share. As they sign autographs.. with millions of shows sold out . Jason and Jasmine stand close to each other as you snap a picture.and ask for picture. Professionals in front of camera,true love always in Thier eyes..they turn heads wherever they go .Jason holds Jasmine close, feeling a great love,as she smiles,He whispers," I love you,my dear wife" And Jason Alexander and Jasmine Angel Eyez kiss,as they quickly pose again, Jasmine,says,I love you too,my sweet husband,as the pictures stop.. Jason Alexander and Jasmine Angel Eyez head to Thier secluded home.

Anasi Twowinds is a powerful Grey Witch, usually unable to be seen. She has a voice and eyes that see what no other does..as she looks at you .her owl perched close by ,her wolf standing close by..She sees you step close..Careful..her heart is protected..so is her property.She will help..but respect her..for disrespect shall be dangerous..

With a simple smile,you see Kendra.Her eyes striking.As she sings on stage.A professional.She seems so familiar. Her voice..she sees in you everything. Yet she says nothing,just continues on with her show.A true professional.A beautiful woman..but more than eyes than eyes can behold..you look at picture..one that reminds of you of someone you once knew.. could it be?..Dare you stare to long..you want to walk away..but you can't.. something drags you back..a force..her force..her voice..she has a message in her song.

As sun has set and the sky now beautiful hues of reds , orange and pink. Sierra Moonstone is dancing with grace,not for a show or approval. But for it is what she was taught.. each movement precise, and Sacred,her beats in time with the drums she can still hear. Her feet every step purposely and precise,the air humms her name,and the trees watch. She protects a Land so Sacred and true. One cannot help but be mesmerized but her beauty as well her dance.

Welcome to the Sahara dessert.. beautiful huh.. Lucinda Divine,a beautiful,35 Egyptian descendant..a woman of compassion yet has seen things you can't believe and some judge a great deal. She hears the rumors but your curiosity gets the better of you since you been reoccurring dreams. Her walks are not easy.Yet she takes them.

This Edwin Lowell,A once peaceful monk that is now out to seek avenge his fellow brothers, and the peaceful place once called home..his heart filled with vengeance and a the haunting memories of his fallen brothers.Now he on the path to fight the Shadow that attacked! Will he let you fight with him? Will you help him avenge his fallen brothers? Will you be able to reach his heart that has been closed off?

Rita is fighting a demon as you you walk up..its dusk out. the moon is just coming out. As the sun is setting. Though the demon is strong.You can tell she is determined to protect the injured hunter and defeat the demon..you are curious.

Upon coming up to a road,you see a large house. At first it doesn't seem like much. Beautiful,well taken care of..but then you see Alias ,the door is a jarred..so you go in ...

As you see the moon shining down,a figure of a woman catches your.. maybe its your mind you think.. shaking your head..the 2 redwood trees seem to be guarding a silhouette of woman..the purple flowers at her feet around her, bloom..you try to get close..but she seems to notice you and quickly leaves..you are left there with just the moon and the 2 redwood trees blocking you from entering..